back home

After a month and a half of busy leave-taking, I've officially gone from London and spending some time back in my home ground in Pensacola, Florida. There was plenty of good food in those last days in London, but now my world has turned and it's biscuits and gravy all around.





This morning I participated in a time-honored ritual of grits and biscuits at the Coffee Cup, Pensacola's best food landmark. The woman at the griddle said she's been there 30 years; the two old gentlemen at the table next to us have probably been meeting there every Veteran's Day - or every Tuesday - for twice that long.



The biscuits were high, light and buttery; the grits were creamy and begging for the over-easy egg. Welcome home!